I guess if you wear wrinkly clothes, this is not a problem for you.
But here is a peek inside my head this morning:
Wait, did I unplug the iron? I'm sure I did but I don't specifically recall actually unplugging it from the socket. I think it's one of those ones that turns off automatically. I think. I'm sure I registered for an iron that turns off automatically because I've done this to myself before. Many times. Yeah, yeah, I think it turns off on its own. Why don't I know this? What happens if it's on? Will it cause a fire? I don't even want to think about it. I'm sure it turns off by itself. BUT what if I got a defective one? Ha! That would be just my luck. No, no, I'm sure I unplugged it. Yeah, yeah, I think I unplugged it but ... ARGH.. I can't remember.
Today, I am grateful that ~
1/ No one can hear my thoughts
2/ H loves me even though I'm neurotic
3/ I'm not the only neurotic one out there. Am I?
Oh, and, I did unplug it.
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